Tuesday, March 29, 2011


What I am to you is not real.
What I am to you, you do not need.
What I am to you is not what you mean to me.
You give me miles and miles of mountains and I'll ask for the sea.
What I give to you is just what I'm going through.
This is nothing new, no, no just another phase of finding
what I really need is what makes me bleed
But like a new disease, Lord, she's still too young to treat.

Damien Rice is fucking brilliant.



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